Stark Industries, Monday

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Taking a day off to see the unicorns this weekend had been a nice break, though Ender had never really moved past his own worries. There was simply too much to think about - too much to anticipate on, too much to plan for. Too many deaths to be remembered, for Kaeleer brought back memories of Agio, and left him mulling how much more blood would be spilled because of his failures.

He couldn't afford to fail Ben now.

Not for the first time since the summer, he found himself irrationally angry that the IF had kept him here, rather than sending him off much earlier. Sure, it would have meant the colony ship itself would have traveled much slower, but it would mean Ender would finally get the retirement he craved.

Nevermind.

He had to slog through a whole crop of blueberries in the morning just to get to his counter, but he barely paid attention to them. Missing even a day meant missing a lot of correspondence, and he still hadn't caught up yet.

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Ender gripped on a little tighter, nipping at Ben's bottom lip and showing no particular signs of stopping him this time.

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And hadn't they just discussed how Ben wasn't the sensible one?

His fingers slid up under Ender's shirt and across his stomach.

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Ender made a soft little noise that was in no way discouraging, trailing his fingers along Ben's side.

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Ben murmured Ender's name before nipping down--hard--on his neck.

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Very hard.

"Oh, kriff," Ender groaned, hands sliding up so he could dig his fingers into Ben's shoulders.

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"Room with a lock?" Ben suggested, moving his hand to Ender's lap.

He didn't seem all that concerned either way.

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"Yes, please," Ender breathed, kissing him roughly in return.

Sigh.

[momslilassassin]

Ben stood up on slightly shaky legs and yanked Ender by the hand toward the back room.